Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?Who knows or cares what an imitation is?Only you doYou can paint his nailsMake him wear high heelsWhy waste time altering the hemline?Or do you?

Tear off your own headTear off your own headIt's a doll revolution

You can bat your lashesYou can cut your stringsYou can pull his hair with your moveable fingersIt looks so realIf one won't do it, so collect the setDress him in pink ribbonsPut him in a kitchenetteHow does this feel?

Tear off your own headTear off your own headIt's a doll revolution

What's that sound?It will turn you aroundIt's a doll revolution

They're taking overAnd they're tearing it downIt's a doll revolution

You can pull and pinch him'Til he cries and squealsYou can twist his body 'til it faces backwardsThose plastic featuresYou could make somebody a pretty little wifeBut don't let anybody tell you how to live your lifeBroken pieces

Tear off your own headTear off your own headIt's a doll revolutionTear off your own headRevolution